Tag: anxiety

Depression, Anxiety & the Faithful Depression and anxiety happen to the Faithful. And I know this for sure because I have been there. Granted, I am on the other side. But from that side, I want to tell you a few things, take them or leave them. Either way, it’s okay. Most people would not believe the depths of the sorrow I walked through about two years ago. For the most part, in public, I didn’t reveal how bad it …

I remember, I believed I was dying. I was wholly wracked with anxiety. My heart pounded so intensely, you could see the reverberation through my pajama top. If you have ever met me in person, you know, under the mounds of flesh layering my sternum, this is impressive. “Is this anxiety? Am I over-reacting? It’s ‘JUST’ anxiety… you are such a mess.” I willed myself to calm down, threw up, and staggered to the couch to Google symptoms of a …

Christian Life in Limbo: How Low Can I Go? REALLY LOW My life has been in limbo for an exceedingly long period of time. I am in the pit. And no, I haven’t buried a loved one, and all my cats and children are in fairly good health. Wait, I take that back about the cats. I just left them at the vet to be dipped in a sulfur solution to kill a fungus. Y’all, A FUNGUS. What is this …

I woke at 4:14 am in a panic. Panic tends to be the soft spot in my belly that enemy loves to poke at. Panic is my Achilles heel. If I were a werewolf, panic is my silver bullet. Should you find me lying in a coffin, peacefully sleeping after a night of terrorizing virgins and blood sucking, panic is sunlight, a crucifix, holy water or a wooden stake to my immortal heart. If panic were to come in the …